Morning journal and courier., 1887-06-02

PARIS, May 16.
 To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER:
 This blessed city is throbbing with ideas, pulsating with notions, that it would take ten stenographers curving their best night and day to keep pace with the thoughts acti- vated in the brain of the most common place mortal Now art, now arms, now scandal. By the by, Ruprich Robert, of whom I wrote in my last, is dead and buried. His obsequies were taking place while I was writing my last letter. Still we can't pause to think of that just now.
 Most Americans have heard of Jules Emile Saintin, for he lived many years in New
 York. Every now and then he visits the
 United States, and to save himself he can't help making friend of everyone he meets.
 He has not only received every honor an ar tist may obtain by desert, but he is a keen
 political observer and philosopher. He un- derstands and observes his country and her
 politics not only from the point of view of Frenchman, but from cosmopolitan posi- tion obtained-We may hatter ourselves during his stay with us.
 was with him some hours this morning. He is an artist to the tip end of the outer most hair of his twirling moustaches. But the art talk dropped and sank while the sad undercurrent of French politics came to the surface with thick and heavy swirls. His talk was the same that everyone can hear and know who will listen and not interrupt, who will read Le Temps, Le Journal des Debats, La France and other of the serious French journals. France knows her weakness; knows that Germany could rush over her like waters from broken miIl-dam. She knows too that this weakness is the result of her own shortcomings. She will not be obedient she will not be orderly, she will 04 1>> &N fhn coarse German ''wurst" outweighs the fine French ''entremet."
 Every day you may read of Bismarckisms in Strasbourg and elsewhere throughout AL sace and Lorraine that should think would
 make every Frenchman stand on his head and twirl his legs in knotted misery. Here, for instance, right out of to-day's paper. The chambermaid seems to have made way with my Journal des Debats, but can re- member substantially; besides every days re- port is repetition. I am sure not to exag- gerate "J- N, school boy of fourteen, Was sentenced to thirty days imprisonment for exposing French cocksde." "Jean Natran-fne one hundred francs-or 8 month in iail-for shouting 'Vive la France And young girl 8 day or two ago was sent 10 the house of corrections for hay ing in her possession "jouet mechanique" representing zouave kicking an uhland. If you don't believe it will cut the paragraphs out and send them. There are sure to be 8 new lot in to-morrow's papers. The best thing for France to do is to recall the Or leans princes and to make one of them king. There is no use of waiting for another Ma poleon. If there had been one anywhere in the country he would have appeared before now. You can't make republican of Frenchman. It is not in his blood to be self-restrained or to defer to abstract prin- ciples. He must be made to obey and then he is happy.
 ak hooo cd tage over every civilized nation of Christen- dom, not excluding our own. That is in it's women. Its men are unsurpassed in l individual ability, and it's women are the equals of the men in every mental partlcu- | lar. There is nothing mentally, and very few things physically, that French woman cannot do as well as French man. The Veuve Chiquot is not myth. Pommery Sec belongs to and is entirely managed by Mrs. ! Pommery. All the establishments de Bouil- | lon in Paris were at one time managed by Mrs. Duyal. Go into any kind of Parisian i warehouse wholesale or retail, and you will l be sure to find half the time that a woman l is the supreme head. I think it Is lovely. | Yet the French admit women to their Cham | Der of Deputies and to places in the admin | istration of the government, and Bismarck | would be knocked out before Michaelmas. Saturday night was at the Theater Fran l cais and saw Dumas last great comedy, Fran ! cillon. It is difficult to know what to write about it. I certainly would not wish to see it with Miss or Mrs. with me. I should hard | ly dare to express to her my thoughts. And | yet there is the play challenging public opin-
 fen and crowding the house full every night l it is given. Denis, that came out two years \ ago, was bad enough I don't see how any man can take the vile part of the husband in l this later play. To portray degraded char l aeter must degrade character. Dumas men, | all the way through, are miserable creatures.
 It is a wonder that in contact with such evil characters his women can be such noble im- 1 presentations Still the play is full of deli l cious Frenchmen and is played as plays are l not played elsewhere.
 The first step to find repentance is comics ! sion So let me confess-but don't let 1t go | outside the circle of those who know me | that last evening-Sunday evening" went l to the circus It is perfectly awful I know;
 but there were mitigating circumstances. had been very pious and church-going all | the morning. I had assisted at the whole
 of the genuine English service in the Eng fish church. I had not had soul to speak | to all the day long but the garcon. I had l dined at the table. ate between two aged 1 English female scarecrows who would have ! deemed any word from me an attempt upon l their anticipated virtue. My room was cold
 and damp. I started out to warm up with
 a walk. found myself in a surging crowd | and before I knew it was surged into the
 circus, and before I again knew it I was wedged in between two fat Frenchmen The thing had commenced and there was
 no escape. Still I would never have done
 such thing at home; and there is the
 moral, or rather the immoral of going
 abroad. Let our American wives whose
 husbands need @ a solitary trip abroad fo1 their health's sake know exactly what is
 meant thereby. There was one part of the
 performance that was excellent. Ever so
 many Spanish men and women gave rep resentation of fair at Seville; and for the
 first time in my life I saw true Spanish
 dancing. My dear young man" " said many
 years ago an eminent Yale theologian to
 me, 'I never but once felt even the reno
 test approach of the devil, and that was on